You Have No Idea How Hard It

I Hate This Place. I Shall Hate It To My Grave.

I'm Not A Beautiful Woman. I'm Nothing To Look At, So The Only Thing I Can Do Is Dress Better Than Anyone Else.

There Can Be Nothing More Baffling In A Human Relationship Than Silence, The Dark Loom Of Doubts And Questions Unexpressed.

There Is A Peacefulness, An Air Of Reflection, About A Rocking-chair That Attaches To No Other Moving Object.

A Marriage, Even One That Goes Awry, Generates Claims And Needs That Persist Like An Afterglow Long After The Emotional Fire Is Burned Out.